precious douchebag

I’m sitting in Algebra 2 Thinking about my precious douchebag So hard that equations dissipate in my atmosphere Boys cocky Thinks all the girls want him If he know he was the reason I don’t understand algebraic moles His ego would grow 2 big to stand to be around him And if I got involved with him he would play me I can only claim to dislike him But when we argue it makes me smile And blush he annoys me With damn near every word he says Me and him equal Hate love

my precious douchebag

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